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Just another day off....

It started off as an ordinary enough day.... pleasant weather, the usual concerns that needed to get done, the usual people passed on your way. You pause, hearing an intriguing tune, and realize that you've been hearing it or variations of it throughout the day. You haven't heard it before today, is it a new popular song, you wonder? Momentarily distracted by the music, you step around a corner and smack into a something that wasn't there a moment before. Or rather, stumble into it, literally into it. You float suspended in... something... that resists your movements something like water or jelly but feels like air. Glancing around yourself, you can still see your surroundings, distorted by whatever it is that holds you. People walk by, never noticing or reacting to you in any way, even passing through the edges of the pillar-looking thing that is holding you.

There is a "sensation" behind you and it sings the song you have heard all day long. You swim-turn around to see a area begin to glow and receede from you. The brighter the glow, the farther away it appears to be, until you have a sense of vertigo. From an enormous distance away, something appears to be moving towards you. Eventually you make out a personage. As they draw close you see that it is actually a chain of persons, both men and women, holding hands and looking stretched out to an enormous degree. Strain is evident on their faces. They are dressed in odd attire, completely unfamiliar. They all look somewhat transparent. The personage at the end of this chain of people draws close and stretches out her hand. Her mouth moves. If you stretched out your arm to it's fullest extension you could just grasp her hand.

Suddenly, you hear a voice, soft, blurred, and somewhat distorted coming from a great distance, like an echo without a source. The words spoken are melodic, alien, unknown. The meaning abruptly drops into your head. "Help us, please we beg of you. You are uniquely suited to assist us in our time of need. We have sought across time and space to find some few whom by being who and what they are, can be the answer to our need. You are such an one. You can save our world, our people, our lives. Please, we beg of you, come to our aid! Take my hand, please!"

Gapping the Rift... What a Rush!

The woman’s plee strikes a cord deep inside of you. Thoughts race through your head, emothions churn in your heart. After a time... long, short, you can never recall after... you reach your hand out and grasp hers, almost expecting for your hand to pass through hers without resistance. Unexpectedly, your hand joins hers, sending a shock through you. There is a strong tingling sensation where your hands touch. At the moment of contact the pillar around you shivers, emitting a note beyond hearing, but which pierces your very being with its strength.

You hover for an instant, an eternity, and suddenly gravity tips forward, leaving you feeling as if you were somehow pinned to a ceiling, or floating above a deep, endless abyss. Your stomach twists uneasily, and your lower organs feel as if they are trying to climb into your chest.

The planet rushes away from you, leaving the barely glimpsed afterimage of people running, sreaming away from where you were. There is a many-pointed star-shaped radial scorch mark on the ground above where you were hovering. Heavenly bodies and then stars flash past you with a rapidness that increases your sense of vertigo and speed. You try to turn your head to look about you. but. you. can. hardly. move.

More and more of the chain of people become visible. The faster you fall, the more solid and visible they become. Colors slowly leech into thier forms. You accelerate even more, feeling a solid pressure vibrate fiercly against you as you speed through whatever medium you now travel. There is a jolt and a sudden incandesent flash of brilliant white shattering into rainbows speeds away from you. The jolt causes you to spin around and flip back and forth, clinging desperately to the woman’s hand. Your surroundings blur into a tube of unsettling flickering greyish nothingness. Below you is a pulsating corona of the deepest crimson, above you is an all-consuming eye-searing violet maw.

The chain of people become smears of luminous colors, blurry and fuzzy in form. You can make out the flash of white teeth in the faces coming and going, words, something being spoken, sung, inaudible above the soul-jarring rush. Leviathian shapes bloom in the near distance, celestial orbs of alien mein, a sun of different countanence, all crowding about you, indifferent to the infitesimal specs of the chain of beings linking you to one of the smaller of the orbs below. They shrink and drift away with astonishing swiftness, assuming more proper proportions, as you come closer.

No sooner than you distinguish which orb the chain leads, than there is a shock of fresh air, laden with scents, visibling rippling away from you. Another shock and the land becomes visible, wiping away the clouds as with a giant hand. Another shock and you are falling into a lake, no a chain of islands in a lake. Another shock and there is a scintillating gleam, a city of towers spearing upwards into the sky to pierce you. Another shock and there is a great hall, and each person in the chain snaps suddenly into focus, one by one; in a lightning progression the colorful forms overlap someone sitting on the ground in a great spiral... Snap! Snap! Snap! More swiftly than you can follow, the people are rejoined with their bodies, each reconnection causing a titanic concussion that buffets you with a fury of blows. As the last person Snaps! into place, the cumulative impacts whiplashes through you, tearing loose your desperately clawing grip. The beautiful chanted chorus crahses in upon you, only to break apart into gasps of dismay. You tumble head over heels, flung by the hand of a titanic god, through the very stuff of matter itself. A flashing landscape of cities, islands, waters, sands, towns, mountains, forests, plains, and more tumble before your confused view.

With a final *!SNAP!* that reverbrates through your being and beyond, the air rushes past you, and you collide with something hard, solid, and painfully unmoving. Your overloaded senses cascade through a mix of your surroundings and recent experiences, jumbled and confused. The tune you have been hearing all day long, and during the eternity of your fall, wanders through you once more, settling into a warm spot next to your heart. Finally, mercifully, everything fades to black, releasing your aching exausted self to oblivion.